I once found somebody's contact lens in the gravel parking lot of the old high school. Another time, found a tiny eyeglasses screw dropped in the grass that somebody was looking for. I think it has to do with my ability to see detailed pictures in my head - and as I scan an area I can align the mental image transparency with the actual thing - so it stands out. Kinda like 3D movie glasses. Annette says it's a gift. I say it's a curse.